Avoiding the Sun Rays

[Fowler]

Fowler slightly slid through the tunnel opening, trying to avoid the sun for a while. It was very hot and humid, but inside the tunnel it felt perfect. Fowler came fully into the tunmel; laying down and relaxing his muscles as he savored the nice cool air. He wished that the weather wouldn't go so hard on them, and that it cold be just a nice cool breeze.

Fowler shut one single eye, then the other one failed to stay open. The canine had slipped off into sleep, dreaming marvulously as he stayed still in the underground area. In Fowler's dream, he appeared to be in a place where everyone desires and only wishes to be part of; a place full of many wonderful things. He dreamt that he was in a field full of various wild flowers. The weather was perfect, and there were no hunters or any other dangers nearby.

Fowler found himself scoping the clearing, wandering around feeling all calm inside. He watched a flock of hummingbirds fly by and smiled. There were also a lot more creatures; mice, butterflies, and even a few rabbits. This place was paradise, but as Fowler opened his eyes he realized it was just a dream.

[artemis]

The light of the waning moon was such a beautiful sight to young Arty. The young retriever watched as the glowing orange and yellow of sunset dissappeared, giving way to the dark hues of night. Blues and blacks replaced the vivid colors of sunlight. The dark-coated canine got to her paws, stretching each limb as she yawned. She ran her pink tongue over her lips, the taste of hare still settling in her mouth. She perked her ears and turned around, heading to the tunnels. The darkness that soon surrounded her almost scared her. She had grown up with others to keep her warm. First her mother and two brothers, then only her mother, then the pack. But she was new to this pack. Only three months earlier had they found her, soaking wet, hungry, and dehydrated. The leader had kept her safe, along with the pack. For that she was eternally grateful.

She saw a mass of soft fur in the back of one of the tunnels, but knew who it was and decided to stay away. Fowler wasn't a bad leader, but he was a leader and a new pup like Arty was not senior enough to even sit next to him at meetings, let alone in the darkness of a cold cave. She slouched against one of the tunnel's cool walls, fluffed up her fur, circled, then finally settled to the ground. She set her muzzle on her large black paws, ready to sleep, but sleep would not come. She sighed and rolled onto her back, then sighed again and rolled onto her tummy. Still nothing. She rolled back onto her back, accidentally crumpling something. She saw it was some dead leaves. When she set her paw on it they made a delightlful noise. She couldn't sleep so she might as well play. She started attacking the leaves but her back leg slipped out from under her and she slid right into the leader.